My sex story of being cuckolded by my BBW wife

I heard laughing.

My heart skipped. There were two voices.

One I recognised; Victoria’s cute, sexy laugh. But another. A deeper laugh.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and the sound of the laughing became more distinct. I peered through the crack in the wardrobe and saw Victoria walk into the bedroom. Her hand was trailing behind her. Attached to the end of her hand was another man.

He was at least six foot three, and he was built like a machine. He was wearing a very slim fitting t shirt which perfectly showcased his bulging biceps. You could even see the outlines of his six pack. He stood with a perfect, straight, alpha-male posture and seemed to tower over everything in the room.

The look on Victoria’s face was of pure excitement. I’d never seen her look like that before, not around me anyway. I could almost feel her rapidly beating heart from my vantage point in the corner of the room, or maybe that was just my own.

In one swift movement, the man completely dominated Victoria. He grabbed her by her waist and forced her up against a wall. I considered for a moment that maybe she didn’t want it, maybe he really was forcing her. Was this really how a man treats a woman? But then I saw the look on Victoria’s face. It wasn’t fear. She was gazing up at the man with so much amazement and desire, a way I’d never seen her looking at me.

He had complete control over her. He wanted her and he was taking her, and it was clear that she wanted so much for him to take her.

He lingered for what seemed an eternity. Her lips were slightly puckered, obviously anticipating that first kiss, but he kept her standing on the edge of ecstasy. He had her in the palm of her hand.

Then he kissed her, and I just heard a soft, long groan emit from Victoria’s throat. Her hands were frantically grabbing for the man’s body; his perfect buttocks, muscly back, and huge biceps. She seemed to almost collapse into him, as if possessed by something, but he managed to use his strength to keep her upright while he kissed her lips and neck.

My cock had stiffened. I reached down and felt it with my hand and could immediately tell it was harder than it had ever been.

He paused kissing her for a moment, just long enough for her to moan ‘I want you, Rick. Oh god please take me.’

He waited a moment before replying. He seemed to be in complete control of the situation, and knew she lingered on his every word.

‘If you want me, you little bitch, you better get on your knees and prove how much.’

I almost gasped. He called her a bitch. If I’d ever done that, I’d have been sleeping in the garage for a month.

He took a step back, and she put both of her hands flat on his chest, and then slowly made her way down. She was on her knees now, but her gaze never left his face. She almost looked like she was worshipping him, and her face was full of admiration and a need to be wanted.

She started unbuttoning his jeans. He was stood up tall, looking indifferent and cool, as if this was nothing to him and he was waiting for something exciting to happen. At this stage I would’ve already half blown my load in my pants.

Please wait…

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